Ultimately this was a boring and juvenile story of quasi over-priviledged people living out their fantasies. The question is: "would anyone REALLY care about these people?" The answer is most definately NO. The main character's (name already forgotten) continually whined over wanting to stay in a committed relationship while working professionally - while also dealing with her husbands newly discovered fun-filled career. Quick call the Disney people for that ever popular "happily ever after" ending. Mind numbing DRIBBLE!
After Chasing Harry Winston I was excited to listen to another of Lauren Weisberger's novels. This one, however, was slightly disappointing. I had to convince my self to look past the narrator to keep going. I found her winy and slightly annoying which I am sure Lauren was not going for in her main character. The book seems a bit bland and I feel like parts are un-realistic in that the lead character makes decisions that most women our age (30 something) would not make in the same situation. Bottom line, check the sample to see if you can stand the narrator for 12+ hours.
The narator is dreadful and overpronounced every word. Story was also slow. Deadly combination
Very entertaining, I enjoyed the story and the characters a lot. I could not stop listening (as apposed to could not stop reading, ha) I went for many jogs, cleaned and organized my room, cooked and many other things so I could keep listening!
I'd have to put this firmly in the popular fiction category, but I wouldn't call it celebrity fiction, though that's what it is about. Lauren Weisberger treats us to a husband and wife team who actually achieve their highest aspirations financially and professionally, and suffer personally for it. So it has something for everyone...those who hope they succeed, and those who hope they fail. What kept me listening initially was the girlfriend talk in the beginning. It's always amazing to me that two people so different become such lasting friends. This is fiction, granted, but Weisberger seems to have a firm grip on the public pulse. In fact, she looks/writes like the pretty, popular girl at school. If you ever wondered what they were thinking while talking, here you might look behind the curtain.
Weinbeger talks about a different way of life from my own, and while I do not add reading celebrity gossip sheets to my list of guilty secrets, I do wonder about what it must be like to have one's privacy ravaged daily in supermarket tabloids. I actually admire those able to keep steady under such fearsome scrutiny. At her best, Weinberger reminds me of British novelist and screenwriter Julian Fellowes, who introduces us to a world beyond our imaginings in the upper reaches of British royalty. She is a bright, understanding, and seemingly balanced observer of human foibles as practiced by those we sometimes treat as super-human, when in fact they are only beautiful, famous, or rich, or all three.
I did grow somewhat tired of the stiff resistance to success as practiced by the wholesome main character, but it gave me moments to think what I might have done in such circumstances, and to wonder if I would have been so circumspect if I was 28 or 30 years old. But the ending was pure fiction of the old feel-good variety. I wasn't expecting it--things never turn out that way. But it was so delicious, that I listened to it twice.
It may have been a lot better with a decent reader doing the job, but Merritt Weaver should give up any further aspirations of being a reader, let alone an actor. The story sputtered and stuttered on until, yes, I just had to turn it off. I tried, I really did!